Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Sero. I go, my lord. [Exit Servant. Enter Agamemnon. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner; And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam*, Enter Nestor. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles That what he will, he does; and does so much, * Lance. + Bruised, crushed. Shoal of fish. Enter Ulysses. Ulys. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care, Enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus ! Nest. So, so, we draw together. [Erit. Ay, there, there. Achil. Enter Achilles. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller*, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt. Killer. SCENE VI. Another part of the field. Enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head! Enter Diomedes. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. Dio. I would correct him. What would'st thou? Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have my office, Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say; what, Troilus! Enter Troilus. Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Enter Hector. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Not be a looker-on. + Lying. Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector. Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Be happy, that my arms are out of use: My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Hect. [Exit. Fare thee well: I would have been much more a fresher man, Re-enter Troilus. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? Enter one in sumptuous armour. [Exit. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; I'll frushtit, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why then, fly, on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt. • Prevail over. + Care. Burst. SCENE VII. The same. Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about; In fellest manner execute* your arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. The same. Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting: then Ther. sites. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game:-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter Margarelon. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Ther. What art thou? * Employ. |